Who: Caden Flint and Estella Derrick
What: :]
Where: Caden's gigantic flat
Rating: Arrrrrrr



It was an understatement to say that the entire night had been absolutely perfect. Marcus and Jacob were being looked after by Jolene and Jen, so neither of them had to be running home to make sure that something was broken, or if they were sick, or anything like that. Sure, they had checked in every now and then, because…that’s what parents were supposed to do, right? It wasn’t like he didn’t care about what was going on with Marcus while he wasn’t around, but he hadn’t gotten to spend as much time with Estella as he would have liked, and…he was taking advantage.

He had taken her to one of his favorite restaurants, which was in his hometown in Ireland. It was quiet, and beautiful, and not a lot of people knew about it, which meant that it wasn’t likely that they would get caught by a camera, or an annoying fan. It had happened once before, while they were just walking down a road, and it had put him in a rather foul mood. He dealt with the situation, signed the one girl’s picture, and another’s paper, and another’s bear, and then went back to walking with her, hoping that there wouldn’t be more of them on the way. Estella tried to make light of the situation and had him sign something of hers when they got back to her house. It actually got him to smile, which was something not many people could do. Not a genuine smile, anyway. He hadn’t done that until a couple of months ago. And, that was because of her.

They finished their meal, and apparated back to his apartment, where they sat and shared a glass or two of wine before they started kissing on the couch. They were both at that point when they were feeling just a bit of a buzz, and were relaxed, and not much was really on their minds except for what they were doing. His arm was around her waist, as the other hand rested on her thigh, his thumb moving back and forth across the fabric of her skirt, careful not to let it rise…

Estella was starting to hate quidditch. Just when she and Caden were getting settled into things, getting comfortable, making things work, the quidditch season had to start and his Nazi of a captain barely left any free time for his team. She supposed that’s why they were the defending champions, but still. It was certainly no good for a budding relationship, especially when the added factor of two young children came into play. Estella knew her sister loved watching Jacob, but now that she was dating Smeth (eeeeee!) and becoming that model’s hairstylist (Estella couldn’t remember her name), Florence was rather busy and---argh.

She didn’t want to feel bad about being out late with Caden, but that was being selfish, wasn’t it? She was a mother first and foremost, not some giggly girl that wanted to snog her boyfriend until the wee hours of the morning. But he was so good at it. Estella couldn’t believe how wonderful of a kisser Caden was and while with the rest of their relationship they were the perfect adults, snogging seemed to revert them back to their Hogwarts days and it advanced quite quickly, and—

“Fuck,” she muttered into his mouth, eyes catching sight of the clock. She really should get going. Jacob was fine at sleeping over, he was probably asleep already and was getting rather good at sleeping through the night, but…the guilt was beginning to settle and Estella pulled away---well, no, she kissed him for another minute or so, then pulled away reluctantly, “It’s getting late.”

And, yes, she was actually pouting. She wasn’t going to try and hide her disappointment.

Oh, Caden was starting to hate Quidditch as much, if not more than she was. He furrowed his brows at her sudden exclamation and turned his head for a moment to see what she was looking at, but when he turned back she was already back to kissing him again. He understood why she was worried about the time, even though for the first time they weren’t on a time limit…it was just habitual when you were so used to being home at like, 9-10:30. He kissed her deeply, not wanting to let her pull away and remember that she had actually just glanced at that clock. Oh, the clock didn’t exist. It was a figment of her imagination. There was nothing in the room but them, and…

Damn it, she pulled away. He grunted a little as he stretched his neck to keep the kiss going as long as possible, and then sighed just a bit when she parted with his lips again.

“Yeah…” he said with a nod, his hand raising to rub the back of his neck. “I have practice tomorrow anyway…” okay, so he didn’t have practice until 10, but he didn’t want to make her feel like she needed to stay…even though he wanted her to, more than anything. He found himself getting closer to her again, and before he knew it he was kissing her once more. After a couple more seconds, he admitted defeat and pulled away, even though it was extremely difficult for him.

“Yeah, it’s…late.” He was saying this more to remind himself than he was to remind her. “Do you want me to walk you home?” He had to work really hard to not keep looking at her lips.

It was extremely good to feel wanted. That’s what it was, that---she couldn’t describe it, but her heart was pounding so hard in her chest as she watched his eyes and…there was no need for a guilty conscience, she’d done the right thing, she’d waited until she found someone she actually related to and learned to like, she hadn’t thrown herself at the first person that came her way and---ohhh, bloody hell, she should just come up with some lie about being too drunk to apparate---

---well that wouldn’t go over well at all. Crap.

“It’s all right, I’ll just…I’ll just…” they were kissing, again, on the way to the door, against the door, and Estella wasn’t sure she’d ever breathe again because she sure as hell didn’t want to stop kissing him and…and…what…had she been trying to do? There was a reason they weren’t on the couch anymore and pressed up against the door and…oh…right.

Her hands went up to his chest (though how she squeezed them between their bodies she’d never know) and Estella finally, once again, broke their kiss, frowning and flicking his chin gently with her finger.

“Good night, I’ll owl you in the morning.” She slid away and pulled her jacket on, swatting away his hands playfully with a wink over her shoulder and left the flat, frowning at the sound of it shut. Hmph.

He bit down on his bottom lip gently as she pulled away for the final time, not liking the fact that she was actually leaving…then again if she stayed much longer he wasn’t sure if he would be able to be content with just kissing her. His mouth curled into a smirk as she pushed his hands from her waist, where his fingers had been playing with the bottom of her shirt, and placed his hand on the door as she exited his flat and started walking away.

It took him a few seconds to tear his eyes away from her, but eventually he was able to shut the door and leaned his back against it. Bloody hell, his body felt like it was on fire, and his chest felt as though it was about to explode. He raised his hands and rubbed his face, letting out a heavy sigh as he calmed himself down. It had been so long since he had felt that way, and…it was getting so hard to not let his instincts take over. He didn’t want to rush anything, and honestly as much as he wanted to take things to the next level, part of him was afraid, and he was sure she felt the same way and…

He needed to sleep. He needed to take something and go to sleep, and forget about this. Turning towards the stairs, he began to walk up them when a noise caught his attention. A knock on the door. He furrowed his brows and looked over his shoulder, wondering if he was imagining things. He turned around and went back to where he had just been standing, his hand on the doorknob for a moment before he decided to turn it, and pull it open.

It was Estella…

His chest was definitely about to explode.

“Yeah, I don’t think going home’s happening tonight.”

Estella flushed, feeling a bit embarrassed, but how could she? They’d put off being with each other long enough, they were adults; they should be able to stay at each other’s place once and a while. Should she explain? Or did he---he should get it. Because…

Ha, okay, she could go on for hours about how emotional she felt about this, that this was a huge step and something that could be life altering and all that lovely prose you read in the poetry books. But in all honesty? She just wanted him. She wanted Caden and had been putting it off for so long in fear of it being wrong or just not the right time that it was about to send her on a long walk off a short pier. Estella couldn’t stop thinking about him, she couldn’t make herself disapparate once he shut the door, she’d just stood there thinking about how miserable she would be, lying in bed at home alone instead of with Caden and---oh, just---fuck, fuck it---

“I want you---oh, God, I can’t believe I just said that,” she blurted unceremoniously. If that wasn’t a mood killer, Estella didn’t know what was, and she put her hands to her face, heart beating a million beats per second because he was going to laugh now and send her on her way---he had practice in the morning, oh, bloody---

He raised a brow slightly at her first comment, not really knowing what he was supposed to say or do in response to that. Was he supposed to just say ‘okay’ and let that be that? Invite her back inside and just enjoy another glass of wine and—

I want you. He swallowed and continued to look down at her, his mouth parted slightly due to shock. Once again he found himself speechless, but he knew he had to say or do something. Something so that she didn’t feel like a complete idiot, and something so that he could tell her that he wanted her to, because oh Merlin he wanted her. He stepped closer to her, his eyes looking deep into her own before his hand went back to her hip, wrapping around to the small of her back to bring her closer to him.

“I’m glad you did,” he said quietly, his body heat rising once again as he caught scent of her hair once more.

Fucking hell, she was taking over every one of his senses, and they were just standing in the hallway and…his mouth neared hers, and he gave her a sound kiss before he pulled back, leaned his forehead against her own and brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“I want you…” His fingers moved her hair back again before he was cupping her face with his hand. “I’ve wanted you…”

Estella wouldn’t say she leapt at him; actually, she couldn’t have because he was so close, but it was barely half a second later that she found herself roughly kissing Caden. She’d never been one for, ah, she supposed you could call it ‘dirty talk,’ not that they were actually in bed or anything, but---him telling her that he wanted her was a lot sexier than her blurting it out, that was for sure. Oh, bloody feckin---he’s wanted her, and maybe she could assume that it was a guy thing, but she knew Caden wasn’t like that, she knew he’d been---with---ah---rational thoughts, not working---

The door shut and they were at it again, Merlin, teenagers---teenagers is what they were, and her arms went up around his neck to try and pull him closer, but that just pulled herself up and---oh, okay, smart, Caden---he picked her up, ah, oh this was just like in that one movie where---stop thinking about movies, Merlin’s bloody—she had half a mind to tell him just to drop her on the couch and that’d be that, but that would require stopping the kisses and bleeding hell, he could do whatever he wanted with her.

Oh, oh God—

His eyes closed tightly as they kissed, his hands moving to her waist as he backed into his apartment, one of them moving to the door as he turned around to close it, his back now against the wood as hers was just a little while ago. He really didn’t know what he would do if she suddenly decided that she really wasn’t ready for this, that she made a mistake, that she should have just kept walking…it would have been horrible, because the fact that he could still taste a hint of the sweet wine on her lips and tongue made it physically impossible for him to tear himself away from her. It took him a few seconds to lower himself down just a bit, his arms wrapped around her as he lifted her up, her strong legs moving around his waist. It was so effortless for him, because it seemed as though she weighed nothing at all, which made it 10 times easier for him to carry her up the two flights of stairs that lead to his bedroom.

It was difficult to think that before he started dating Estella he hadn’t even thought about this. Which, for a guy, seemed almost impossible, but he was always far too distracted with a million other things, and there wasn’t anyone he saw himself being intimate with. There were nights when he would get home, absolutely exhausted, but still had a three year old to take care of, who happened to always wake up at weird hours of the night, yelling for him about something or another, but…this was something he wanted so badly. No, not wanted, he needed this, and he was sure that she did, too. As much as they both had on their plates, they were both humans, and they both had needs, and wants, and urges, and feelings and---he couldn’t even describe how he was feeling right now. There wasn’t a word for it. But it was good.

Once they got to the top of the second set of stairs, he leaned her back against the door so that one of his hands could move towards the doorknob, twisting it so he could push it open, closing it behind him once he had carried her inside. He backed over to his bed, her legs moving so that when he sat down they were kneeling on either side of him. He had to tilt his head back to keep kissing her, fingertips moving up her thighs, the fabric of her skirt that he had tried so hard not to move before was creeping upwards, exposing more of her smooth skin that he needed to touch. He needed to touch every part of her, and move around every curve of her body, and just…be close to her, and have her, like he had been wanting for such a long time. Their breathing was getting heavier, and without wanting to waste anymore time, his hands moved from her legs to the bottom of her shirt, where he’d begin to lift it up and over her head. Their lips parted for only a moment or two as her arms rose while he removed her blouse, tossing it to the side. They collided into a kiss once again as he snaked an arm around her, his fingertips feeling her spine arch as he moved up her back, the other hand once again moving back to the inside of her thigh. His heart was racing, and her body was warm against his own, and…

He couldn’t even begin to describe how he was feeling right now.

She hoped they didn’t fall off the bed. Yes, that’s what her first thought was as they fell back, Caden quite wonderfully on top of her. Estella hadn’t seen exactly where he’d dropped her or how she’d landed, but now---oh, yes, all was perfectly well. There was no recognition or memory of how Caden’s shirt disappeared along with hers, landing somewhere across the room, and Estella’s breath was heavy as she pushed herself up on her elbows, attempting to help get his pants off as well—

--haaa, oh. She’d only had sex with one other person; she had no idea where this fire was coming from and no idea if she was making a fool of herself, but the best part? She absolutely didn’t care. Well, she cared, she wanted it to be good for Caden, but she liked him, she fancied him, and she wanted to be with him and make him happy and it was so exciting to see that he wanted the same thing.

Estella let out a groan, feeling her skirt get pushed far up by his hands or by her constant shifting, she didn’t know. She fell back against the pillow, top of her head barely grazing the headboard (that would have been something, right?) as she bit her lip to stop herself from letting out any more sounds. She had a brief flash of their drunken night at the single’s event, where all of this had sparked. At least, where the sexual tension had finally burst---

She felt like saying something, because they always did in the---Estella, get your head out of the clouds. Instead she pushed herself up and kissed him hard and long and her hand went to behind his head, pulling him closer because he wasn’t close enough.

His hands were trying to do a million things at once, and he wasn’t really sure where he should start. There seemed to be so many pieces of clothing in their way, but he didn’t want to have to let go of her to fiddle with buttons, and…ugh, the skirt needed to go. He had used one of his hands to help her undo the belt buckle of his pants, feeling her push them down so he was left in nothing but his boxers. He had already kicked off his shoes, and his socks, and…it was so bizarre how without his clothes he felt warmer than he did with them on.

His tongue massaged against her own as he used one of his hands to keep himself steady on top of her, the other one trying to find the button at the back of her skirt. It took him a few times to unbutton it, but with a twist of his fingers, it was done, and he was able to pull down the zipper and---god damn it her skin was so smooth against his fingertips. He had to part with her lips for a moment so that he could slide it down her legs, tossing it to the side with the rest of their clothing…or, where most of it was. The process of getting everything off seemed to be taking forever, but all he knew was that it was worth it. It was worth waiting three fucking years to find the right person. This was worth waiting for. She was worth waiting for.

“Ah--” it was hard to catch a breath as the last of their cloth barriers became lost in the sheets and there was a moment where it felt like they’d frozen, where his warm, burning, it felt like every last centimeter of his skin was touching hers and she was reveling in it. Her hands had slunk under his arms and pressed against his back as they kissed and Estella grinned into his mouth, pulling away for a moment to bat her nose with his, a light laugh escaping her lips. Her eyes drifted down the narrow space between their bare bodies and she looked back up at Caden with an eyebrow raised,

“You’re ruddy gorgeous.”

Her lips twisted into a grin before kissing him again, her hands pushing hard into his back. She could lie like this for a long time and be quite content as nothing in a very, very long time had felt this good, but Estella was quite sure they could find more interesting things to do with their current situation.

He groaned quietly against her mouth, one arm resting beside the pillow that she was lying on, keeping himself raised a bit above her, his other hand now on her bare waist, his thumb moving back and forth across the front of her hip. When she pulled away to speak, he stared deep into her eyes, and couldn’t help but smirk. He was a man of few words, and usually he was better at expressing his feelings by showing people. Besides, saying ‘you are too’ wasn’t exactly how he wanted to put it. He wanted to tell her that she was beautiful, and delicate, and wonderful, and soft, and…there were so many things he wanted to tell her, but he couldn’t find a way to say it eloquently. So, he’d show her. He’d tell her how much he meant to him by how he touched her, and kissed her and made love to her.

His arm wrapped around her lower back, and he gently tugged her forward on the mattress so that she was closer to him. He closed his eyes tighter, and his other hand moved to slide through her hair as his hips moved against hers, and in that gentle thrust, he moaned against her mouth, finally doing what he had wanted to do for the longest time. His body got tense for a few seconds, and he felt that hers did as well, as her fingers dug deeper into his back.

She was definitely worth waiting for…